The Obsessed Husband

Chapter 4

13 hours later, Dylan woke up on the plane with his hand on his wife's sex. With a grin, he squeezed her pussy, jolting her awake.

"I think we're here," he whispered, his lips caressing her ear.

"Already? How long did we sleep?"

"Apparently, a long time." After breakfast, they'd made love two more times before Ella had declared herself completely exhausted; 8 orgasms was her limit. She'd fallen asleep, and Dylan had soon followed her. The long nights at the office and drinking Red Bull instead of getting adequate sleep had caught up to him. Now, he felt refreshed and ready to, he thought with a smirk, give his wife dozens of more orgasms.

Delia the flight attendant strode into the room. Ella blushed, likely aware of the fact that she wore nothing but a t-shirt under the cashmere blanket Dylan and she shared. Suppressing a devilish smile, he rubbed her clit. Delight filled him when she bit her lip, a sign that she was holding back a moan.

"We've arrived at our destination," Delia said brightly, oblivious to their naughty shenanigans. "Do you need assistance with your bags or anything?"

"We're good," Dylan said, inserting his finger in Ella's slit. His wife closed her eyes, clearly on the verge of screaming. "Thank you, Delia."

After Delia left, Ella shot him a glare. "Jerk."

He clucked his tongue. "Is that any way to speak to your husband?" He massaged her, pulling a cry out of her. "I want to fuck you right now."

"You're insatiable."

"Only when it comes to you." He pulled down his pants and thrust his shaft into her. She moaned out his name, grabbing his arms as she arched her back. He grunted as her pussy strangled his cock. Christ, he could never get tired of that. With another pump, he exploded inside her. He looked down, licking his lips. His cum ran down her thighs, marking her as his.

"What am I going to wear? You destroyed my overalls and panties."

"I packed a few sundresses." Mischief in his eyes, he tore off her shirt, leaving her naked under him.

"Dylan!"

"What? A t-shirt wouldn't go with a sundress." He sucked on her nipple, making her gasp.

"We should...get...off the...plane soon," she breathed.

"Fine." He got up and unzipped the suitcase. After taking a white sundress out of it, he returned to Ella and put it on her.

"Did you pack some underwear?" she asked.

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth tilting up. "You don't need panties."

"I should've known," she grumbled. But her grumbling turned into something else entirely when he slid a hand under her dress and rubbed her lips.

"Doesn't that feel nicer without panties?"

She nodded, then mewled when his hand left her. He lifted his fingers to her mouth. They were covered with his cum and her juices. He ordered, "Lick them clean like you would lick my cock."

Eagerly, she put his fingers in her mouth and sucked them. He let out a growl, shoving his hand inside his pants and squeezing his dick, which had grown hard again. He stroked his cock as her tongue caressed his fingers. Once she licked his fingers clean, he came hard, ruining his pants.

She eyed his pants. "Do you need to change?"

He scooped up his wife. "I'll change when we get to the hotel."

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